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"When would we leave?"she asked, though part of her was already committed to this insane plan.
"Day after tomorrow.Can you meet me at the Red Ball Garage in New York City on East 31st Street around midnight?"
"Midnight?"The time sent up another red flag.
"That's what the client wanted."
There was still something fundamentally off about this entire situation, but she couldn't put her finger on what.And honestly, she was too distracted the money and J.J.to even consider saying no.Either way, it was better than another shift with Pendejo.
"I'll be there," she said.
J.J.smiled again, and this time she was prepared for the way those tusks made her pulse race.Almost prepared."Then welcome to the team, Farrah Moonbeam."
He extended his hand, and when she reached out to shake it, her fingers disappeared completely in his grip.His palm engulfed her hand entirely, and she felt a little thrill at being so completely enveloped by his strength.The contact sent tingles racing up her arm and settling in places that had been neglected for far too long.
Holy hell.If this is how he shakes hands, what would it feel like if he actually touched me?
"Looking forward to working with you," she managed, though what she was looking forward to had very little to do with work and everything to do with spending five days in close quarters with the most attractive man she'd ever met.
As she walked back to her car, Farrah tried to convince herself that this was about the money.About finally having a chance to use her abilities without hiding them.About escaping the soul-crushing routine of her current job.
But the truth was, she was thinking about J.J.
I shouldn't want him this badly.I hardly know him.
And yet, it was hard to walk away without looking back at him.
Chapter Three
Sheriff Grizzly T.Lawman
Sheriff Grizzley T.Lawman was halfway through his morning cup of coffee—black as tar and strong enough to wake a hibernating bear—when his son burst through the office door like a tornado in a trailer park.
"Daddy!Daddy, you gotta see this."Deputy Smokie Lawman clutched a crumpled piece of paper in one hand and his teddy bear husband Mr.Snuggles in the other.The bear was wearing a tiny deputy badge that Smokie had fashioned from a bottle cap and electrical tape."I found something real suspicious on the internet."
Grizz looked up from his paperwork and fixed his son with the kind of stare that had made hardened criminals confess to crimes they hadn't even committed."Boy, what did I tell you about running in here like some damn fool chicken with its head cut off and its ass on fire?"
